He's perfect.
He's the kind of boy every girl fanticizes about.
He's got those kind of eyes every girl melts at.
He's got the kind of smile that instantly makes you burn.
He's got the kind of laugh that softens your soul.
He's got that kind of voice that you'd listen to everyday
and never get tired of.
He's got that kind of presence that makes you feel alive.
He's got that kind of humor which could keep you laughing for
weeks.
He gives those kind of hugs which make a second feel like an
eternity.
And I mean that in the best way imaginable.
i just want boys to give me
their sweaters so i can smell like them and they can freeze and die in the
harsh, unforgiving winter and
womenkind can emerge in the spring
victorious